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He remembered nothing after that, nothing but a rushing sound and a
vision of foam. He shuddered a little as he thought of it, for his
nerves were shaken; it is not pleasant to have been so very near the End
and the Beginning; and then his heart went out with renewed gratitude
towards the girl who had restored him to life and light and hope. Just
at this moment he thought that he heard a sound of sobbing outside the
window. He listened; the sound went on. He tried to rise, only to find
that he was too stiff to manage it. So, as a last resource, he called
the doctor.
"What is the matter?" answered that young gentleman, jumping up with the
alacrity of one accustomed to be suddenly awakened. "Do you feel queer?"
"Yes, I do rather," answered Geoffrey, "but it isn't that. There is
somebody crying outside here."
The doctor put on his coat, and, going to the window, drew the blind.
"Why, so there is," he said. "It's a little girl with yellow hair and
without a hat."
"A little girl," answered Geoffrey. "Why, it must be Effie, my daughter.
Please let her in."
"All right.


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